Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 21:10:35 +0000
From: Danny Writer <omgdannywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Downloading Grindr - Chapter nine

Hello everyone. I'm new to writing stories, at least ones that are read by
other people, so any feedback would be appreciated. You can email me at
omgdannywriter@hotmail.com and I've set up a tumblr as well at
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recently so I hope you enjoy the content there too).

All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story
are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of
18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are
offended by the idea of a 17-year-old boy discovering his sexuality with
other teens and men. In Callum's world, bareback sex with multiple
different men doesn't lead to diseases. In the real world, always be
careful and take whatever precautions you need to.

Thank you so much for all the emails and messages on tumblr about the story
so far. It's so motivating to hear how much you're enjoying it and it
really inspires me to keep going. If you have any suggestions, please let
me know and I'll try to write them in.

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Chapter 9 of Downloading Grindr

When I was little, I'd always imagined that I'd grow up, marry someone (I
think I'd pretty much always imagined it to be a man) and have a lovely
house together. When I'd learnt about sex in Year 6, at the age of eleven,
I'd been so unbelievably shocked about what a man and woman would do
together that I had vowed never to do that until I had found my special
someone. That's the view that I'd maintained well into my teenage
years. Hell, I remember only last year thinking about how important it was
that I found the right guy and that we loved each other. I'd even dreamt
about having the right setting and all of the romantic trappings: candles
flickering in the darkened room; rose petals sprinkled lovingly across the
bed and soft music playing. Then I discovered gay porn and everything
changed.

With every video I watched, every photo I stared at, I became more and more
obsessed with the idea of sex. I was drawn to it. Every single time I lost
my load to a hot scene on my phone or laptop, I wanted what was happening
on the screen to be happening to me. I wanted to be the boy being used; the
little twink getting pounded by all of the sexy men. And now I was. In less
than a week, I'd gone from an innocent lad who'd never touched another
guy's cock to a boy getting fucked by strangers. I mean, in one day I'd
gone from a virgin to a twink slut who'd been fucked by 4 different guys in
the same day! This was who I was now. Don't get me wrong, part of me was
still unsure about every aspect of this and wondered whether I'd have been
better waiting like I'd intended to do until a year ago but a much bigger
part of me was loving every encounter that I'd had and the fact that each
one of them was pushing me further and further into the world of sex. I had
no idea where my next adventure with a guy was going to take me and that
both scared and thrilled me.

A throbbing pain is what woke me up on that Sunday morning. One thing that
porn never tells you is that after taking several big cocks inside of your
newly fucked bum, you're going to be sore for a bit. It wasn't just my
hole, although that was definitely the worst of it, my entire body
ached. It really wasn't that surprised: I'd been thrown around by four
different men and twisted into a range of different positions. I'd had what
must have been around 30 inches of thick manly cock thrust into me from
four different men. I'd been covered with spunk, drunk it down and had
loads of the stuff pumped into me! Of course I was going to be a bit worse
for wear the next morning. This was just something I was going to have to
get used to if I wanted to continue my journey. That being said, at least
today was going to be a rest day.

I've mentioned before that I have a weekend job. Well today, I was due to
work a shift at a clothes shop at the local shopping centre. I felt ok
about my job. I mean, it was really boring for the majority of the time but
at least it was a source of income for me and I did like the discount I got
on the clothes. Still, I could have done without having to work today after
the events of yesterday.

At least my morning shower helped; the powerful jets of water really helped
to loosen up my muscles and relax me for the day ahead. Well, at least it
helped the main muscles of my body - the blast of water against my hole was
not what I needed and it resulted in me jumping up and down in the shower
clutching my bum.

Work doesn't have a uniform as such. You are allowed to wear what you want
but only items that come from the shop itself. I guess we are all like
moving, talking mannequins designed to advertise the products and encourage
people to buy what we're wearing if it looks good on us. I picked up a blue
t-shirt that fitted well around my small waist, a pair of grey/green skinny
jeans and a pair of white trainer socks. After slipping on my blue Vans and
grabbing a couple of slices of toast, I was out the door and heading to the
shopping centre.

I don't live far away so I usually like to walk to work; the time gives me
the opportunity to think and listen to my music. However, with how much my
hole was hurting, I really didn't feel like walking. Not wanting to risk
running into the same Uber driver and him wanting to make my hole worse, I
guilted my dad into giving me a lift in. To be honest, it was nice to have
a bit of a chat to him. We don't spend a lot of time together now. It's not
a deliberate choice - we're both just busy people now that I'm only a year
away from being an adult.

The first couple of hours of work passed pretty quickly. My boss, Adam, was
a pretty decent guy. He'd worked at the shop for a while and understood
that, for the majority of staff, this was a temporary weekend job. He
expected the work to be done but he wasn't constantly on your back talking
about sales targets and other shit like that. To be honest, I reckon that's
why people worked well for him and stayed in the job for longer than they
would normally. We do tend to have a bit of a laugh at work which I think
is really important when most of your employees are teenagers.

"You're looking pretty sharp today, Callum," Adam said to me.  I felt my
skin reddening straight away. "Thanks mate," I muttered, my voice
quietening down to near a whisper.  "Oh, hold up. Are those jeans from last
year's line?"  "Erm... I don't know. Could be."  He paused for a
moment. "Tell you what," he said, "Why don't you go look for something
new?"  "Oh, I err... I don't have much... I can't buy..." I stumbled;
Adam's earlier compliment was still making me feel nervous talking to him.
"My treat," he said firmly, "Seriously, just pick something out, try it on
and, if you like it, take the tag off and wear it for the rest of the
shift."  "Thank you, really."

The racks were full of really nice stuff so I picked up a few pairs and
went off to the changing rooms to try them on. I really like the
full-length mirrors in the cubicles and it helps that the lighting in there
is always really flattering. Adam was right: I did look good today. As I
unbuttoned the top of my jeans, I felt my cock stir at the prospect of
being released from the confines of its skinny jean prison. An idea formed
in my mind straight away, something that I never would have done a few
weeks ago, and my level of horniness started to grow.

Slowly, I unzipped the front of my jeans and reached down into my
boxers. My teen cock throbbed at the touch of my fingers and it was already
starting to harden as I pulled it out. Looking at myself in the mirror,
with my dick sticking out of the front of my jeans while the rest of me was
fully dress, was really hot. I started to stroke my cock, working the
foreskin back and forth over the head as I'd done hundreds if not thousands
of times before but every moment thinking that this was far hotter than any
other time I'd wanked. I could hear the customers in the store and the men
in the cubicles around me changing and that just made everything so much
hotter.

The idea of getting caught was making this so much sexier and it didn't
take long before I was ready to shoot my load. I looked at myself in the
mirror, watching my cock throb and seeing the way I bit my bottom lip and
my muscles contract as I got ready to unload. The reflective surface of the
mirror was right there and it got the first few blasts of spunk from my
dick. They ran down the length of it as more spurts of cum joined them. I
was moaning but biting my lip did manage to quieten most of it. At least,
that's what I thought.

In reality, I'd been louder than I thought and, in my hurry and the fog of
horniness, I'd also forgotten to close the door to the cubicle. As the last
droplets of my teenage spunk left the end of my cock, two faces appeared in
the space where I should have closed the door.

"See, I told you!" one of the men said to the other. The one who had spoken
was taller than me, around 6ft1 and he looked to be in his 30s. He had
short dark hair atop his head; it was almost black in colour and his two
brown eyes were staring straight at my exposed dick. The other man was
slightly shorter and slightly younger. I reckoned he stood at about 5ft10
and was, perhaps, 28. Let me honest, there's a whole time around late 20s
up to late 30s where it's really quite impossible to tell. He had blond
hair but it looked as if it had darkened with age and was now more of a
brown. Both of the guys were clean-shaven and, I have to admit, rather
fucking fit!

"I can't believe it! What a fucking thing to do," the second guy laughed as
they both stepped into the cubicle, "What do you think we should do, Jay?"
The first guy, Jay I assume, spoke again: "That all depends on what this
little fucker has to say for himself. I mean we could just go talk to the
manager."  I took that as my cue to speak: "I... err... I... I
just... needed to." I was blushing so badly and the second guy commented on
just how red I'd gone.  "Yeah, we know what it's like," Jay said to me,
"You just get so horny that you need to bust a nut, eh?"  "That's... yeah
that's right," I said, laughing a little as they started to. Maybe if I
played it down then they wouldn't report me to Adam.  "That's kind of like
us right now, isn't it Jeff?" Jay said to his friend.  Jeff started to paw
at the front of his jeans and, for the first time, I noticed that he was as
hard as a rock in there. A long bulge was clearly evident and it looked
like it reached all the way from his balls to the edge of his hip. Hell, he
could probably pull it out through his pocket if he cut a hole in
it. "Yeah, that's right," he replied to Jay, "Both of us so horny and
nothing we can do about it."

The looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know. These boys
were as horny as I'd been moments ago and there was nothing that was going
to stop them getting off. They had no intention of letting me off the
hook. No, what they wanted was something completely different. There was no
way out of this for me - I just hoped that they would be satisfied with my
mouth and leave my sore hole alone.

They both smirked as I dropped to my knees. "Looks like he gets it," Jay
said to his friend.  Jeff laughed, "He's about to get it." With that, he
pulled down the front of his jeans and his monster cock sprung free. He
clearly hadn't been wearing underwear and that allowed his long dick to
wave in the air in front of me. I wasted no time - these men were in charge
here and I knew what they needed.

Both Jeff and I let out a soft moan as the head of his huge cock slid
passed my lips. I was beginning to love sucking cock as much as the guy was
loving having his cock sucked - the sign of a true slut if ever there was
one. I didn't take him into my throat straight away as I wanted to use my
tongue to work the head of his cock. He was cut and so there was no
foreskin in the way to prevent me from reaching every single bit of the
head and flicking against his slit. His hand came down on the back of my
head as he groaned out: "Fuck, this twink knows what he's doing!"

Suddenly, the cock was taken from me as Jay announced that he needed to get
some of that. He'd already pulled down his jeans and underwear while I'd
been tasting the head of Jeff's dick and he was waving a shorter but
equally fat uncut dick at me. My tongue had had enough for now and so I was
heading straight for the deepthroat. Without any pressure from him, I
relaxed my throat and pushed myself down on his dick. Given the shorter
length, I managed to take it all without gagging - an improvement on how
I'd been up until now. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jeff start
to stroke his cock. With a firm pull, my hand was raised up and wrapped
around the huge piece of meat so that I could wank him while Jay fucked my
throat.

Maybe the other guy's I've been with have been more dominant, or maybe my
expectations and thirst for my throat to be used was increasing, but it
felt like it took Jay much longer to get into the rhythm of fucking my face
than it had with other guys. They were both being quite quiet now after
being so vocal earlier. I wasn't too sure what was happening but I knew
that I wasn't really enjoying this encounter. Whether it was blackmail or
not, I was determined to at least get something out of this. I had to do
something.

My hole was really sending me mixed messages. As soon as I'd seen the two
cocks in front of me, it had started to pulse but, whilst also feeling
pleasurable, it was painful every single time. It was like it wanted me to
get fucked but knew that it would hurt at the same time. I knew that too
but, right then and there in the moment, I didn't care.

I pulled off of Jay's cock, stood up and turned around. I lowered my pants
until they were around my ankles and, leaking forward to steady myself
against the mirror, I arched my back so that my sore but pulsing hole was
on display.  "Fuck me," I said, softly at first but then again with a much
more raised and authoritative tone, "Fuck my little twink hole!"  Neither
of the men said anything but Jay stepped straight up to the plate. I was
glad that it was him going first as at least my arse would have the chance
to get used to a slightly smaller dick before taking on the main event that
was Jeff's monster cock.

He placed the head of his cock against my hole and I hear him spit down a
few times. The saliva dropped from his mouth and I felt it trickle down my
crack and onto my pucker. He used the saliva that I'd left on his cock to
lube up his dick a little before placing it right back at the entrance to
my arse. He just held it there as if waiting for some kind of signal. I was
growing more impatient by the second. "What are you waiting for?" I
demanded, "Stick that dick inside me and fuck me!"

That seemed to trigger the natural instinct in him and he thrust straight
into me. It hurt and I mean really fucking hurt but I needed it at the same
time. He was taking short, sharp thrusts and I was pushing back every time
to meet him and drive his dick further into me. It wasn't long before he
bottomed out and I felt that now familiar feeling of being full of dick. He
was getting into his stride now and gone were the early hesitations; he was
really pounding me. Jeff was stood to the side of us and wanking his big
dick as he watched his mate fuck the hell out of my twink bum. I was
working my hole around the thick shaft inside me and it was making Jay fuck
harder and faster. His balls stopped slapping against my arse which I took
to mean that his body was getting ready to pump his load into me.  "Fuck
yeah," I growled, "Dump that load inside me. Give me your fucking spunk!"
Hearing me begging for his load was all he needed and he shot his cum into
me. I felt every rope of it coat my insides. It was a big load and I wasn't
disappointed with how much he'd left inside me when he removed his cock.

Jeff was next and, luckily for my sore hole, the huge load of spunk that
Jay had left helped to make his penetration of me a lot easier. He started
thrusting straight away too but was more of a fan of long-dicking me that
Jay had been - hey, everyone has their favourite technique, right? I looked
up and could see myself in the mirror getting pounded by this studly
guy. It was hot as fuck and my cock was hard and throbbing under me. I
didn't have a hand to use as I needed both to keep myself steady with the
pounding that Jeff was giving me. However, Jay, not wanting to be left out,
reached under me and took hold of my dick.

With every thrust from Jeff, my dick was forced through Jay's hand as if I
was fucking it at the same rate that Jeff was fucking me. Watching myself
getting used like this was making it hard to hold on to my load and I felt
my balls pulling up against my body ready to make me spunk for the second
time in 20 minutes. Jeff must have been getting close too - he slammed into
me with a much greater force than the one he'd been using before and that
mean that my cock was doing exactly the same into Jay's hand. I couldn't
hold it any longer and I start to shoot. I hit the mirror for the second
time, although now from much further away as well as covered a small
section of the carpet with my load. More importantly, as I shot, my hole
started to pulse and contract really tightly around Jeff's huge cock. Its
vice-like grip made it impossible for him to wait any longer and he buried
his dick inside me all the way to the hilt. The wall so of my arse milked
his cock for all they were worth and his spunk flooded into me. Like Jay,
he shot quite a significant load and I could tell that these men hadn't
been joking when they'd said they were really horny.

Jeff left his cock inside me until it started to soften before allowing it
to slide out. Cum started to leak immediately and I pulled my underwear and
jeans up to try and stop the majority of it going onto the carpet of the
changing cubicle. I tensed the muscles in my bum as must as I could but,
hell, this was 6 cocks in 24 hours. Sure, I'd tighten up again pretty
quickly but, for the next 10 minutes at least, I'd have to work really hard
to keep those cum loads inside me.

The two men thanked me for the fuck and disappeared pretty quickly. I tried
to make myself look as presentable as possible and then headed back out
onto the shop floor. I served the rest of my shift without any incidents,
although Adam did ask me why I wasn't wearing the new jeans I'd picked
out. I played it off as not wanting to get them dirty and me being all
sweaty at the moment but the real reason was because there were trickles of
cum leaking down my legs and into my socks and Vans at different moments
through my shift.

My dad picked me up at the end of my working day and I actually found it
pretty difficult to sit down in the car. Fuck, guys, the life of a slut is
never easy, is it?

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